At 100 years old, he joined the army in place of his granddaughter, and became a national war god.

Everyone stared at Su Mu in astonishment at his words.

They all wondered if they had misheard. General Su was actually going to charge into the enemy army alone and take the enemy general's head?

In their view, this was simply a fantasy.

Qin Hao was the first to react.

He had fought alongside Su Mu in the northern border for months and knew all too well what the phrase "capture the king first" meant.

Back then, outside Mozhou City, Su Mu, with only himself, a horse, and a spear, went straight through the midst of ten thousand troops to take the head of the Northern Di King Tuoba Feng, thus crushing the morale of the 100,000-strong Northern Di army in one fell swoop.

"Don't worry, Mr. Su!"

Qin Hao stood with his spear held horizontally, his voice firm.

"Your humble servant and my brothers will guard the city gates for you!"

"As long as I have a breath left, those Eastern barbarians will not be allowed to step through this door!"

Zhao Tieniu slammed his longsword on the ground, grinned, and said, "Old Su, I, Tieniu, am standing right here at the gate. Whoever comes here dies!"

Gu Changfeng and You Zhongyi remained silent, simply holding their weapons horizontally in front of them, their eyes blazing as they stared intently at the chaotic Dongyi army formation ahead.

Su Mu looked at the group of young people and nodded.

He turned around, gripped the Dragon Slayer Blade tightly, and looked into the closed doorway.

He put two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly.

The whistle was sharp and long, piercing through the clamor of the battlefield.

From the shadows within the pass, the Akhal-Teke horses galloped out like lightning.

The Akhal-Teke horse moved with incredible speed, bursting out of the gate like a white flame, and came to a steady stop in front of Su Mu, raising its front hooves high and letting out a loud neigh.

Su Mu lightly touched the ground with his toes, using the Ladder Cloud Leap, stepping through the air as if walking on flat ground.

He landed on the back of the Akhal-Teke horse and settled firmly.

"Guard the city gates well."

"This old man is departing."

Before the words were even finished, the Akhal-Teke horse had already charged off.

A white horse, an old man with white hair, gripping a long sword, charged towards the army.

Like a white lightning bolt, it crashed straight into the still chaotic black crowd.

Qin Hao watched the departing figure, his fingers tightening around the spear.

He turned around, facing the crowd behind him, and ordered resolutely, "Brothers, did you all hear that? Even if we die here, we will guard this city gate for Elder Su!"

More than two hundred men roared in unison, "We swear to defend the city gate to the death!"

Wen Jiuyuan stood at the back of the crowd, his hand holding the knife still trembling slightly.

My mind was filled with incredible surprise.

This was the first time he had ever truly seen Su Mu, and the first time he had ever seen a centenarian with white hair and a frail body, yet he dared to carry a knife and charge alone into an army of tens of thousands.

A low gurgling sound came from his throat, as if he were choking on something, and after a long while he managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"General Su... he just rushed in like that? All alone?"

Zhao Tieniu turned and glanced at him, then laughed, "Chief Wen, is this your first time fighting Old Su? Aren't you used to it yet?"

Wen Jiuyuan swallowed.

"This...this isn't a matter of getting used to it or not; he's facing 30,000 people all by himself..."

"Just you wait and see."

Zhao Tieniu turned around and his gaze fell on the white figure that had been swallowed up by the black crowd.

"That's how our Elder Su fought in the North."

"Back in Mozhou City, he did the same thing, chasing after the Northern Di army all by himself, and taking the head of the Northern Di king from the midst of the enemy ranks."

The shock Wen Jiuyuan felt was beyond words.

He had served in the army when he was young and had seen his share of battles, but he had never seen or even heard of a fighting style like Su Mu's.

A centenarian charged into battle alone, taking the enemy general's head from the midst of a vast army.

This is not a war, it is a legend, a myth.

……

On the city wall, Zhou Shouyi saw Su Mu charging towards the enemy ranks, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"General Su... he rushed in alone? What's he trying to do? Capture the leader first?"

"He wants to kill the enemy's commanding general?"

Xiao Yunchuan braced his hands on the battlements, leaned forward, and stared intently at the white figure, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"One man charging into an army of 30,000... Master was truly... truly..."

"This is insane!"

Xiao Zhi Qiu responded, but there was no fear in her tone, only a burning passion.

"But their madness is so exhilarating!"

Su Qingxue lay at the very front, her little hands gripping the edge of the battlements, her palms clenched tightly, and she murmured, "May the Bodhisattva protect us, and may Grandpa return safely."

Although Su Qingxue was young, she knew how formidable her grandfather was.

However, seeing her grandfather having to deal with so many Dongyi enemies all by himself, she was still extremely worried.

Because that was her dearest grandfather.

……

On the battlefield, Su Mu had already charged into the crowd.

The first group of Dongyi soldiers who blocked his way had just raised their spears when the flash of their swords arrived.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber slashed horizontally, its blade energy like a golden whip, sweeping seven or eight soldiers in the front row in half at the waist.

The corpses flew to both sides, blood gushing out, as if a scarlet gash had been torn open in a black wave.

The Akhal-Teke horse did not slow down, its hooves trampling over the corpses scattered on the ground as if treading on a muddy shallow beach.

The second wave of cavalry flanked Su Mu from the right, with more than a dozen horses lined up in a dense formation, attempting to block Su Mu's path.

Su Mu pulled the reins with his left hand, and the Akhal-Teke horse suddenly turned around, like a white arc bypassing their front and cutting in from the side.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber slashed down vertically, and in the flash of the blade, a cavalryman and his horse were split in two.

The second horizontal slash severed the front legs of both cavalrymen's mounts, causing them to fall with screams, throwing their riders off their backs.

"Oh no, that old man is after General Oden."

"Stop him! Stop him!"

A captain roared at the top of his lungs.

At this moment, all the Dongyi soldiers understood the seriousness of the situation.

Then, more Dongyi soldiers surged forward, spears thrusting from all directions, trying to poke Su Mu off his horse.

Su Mu loosened the reins, leaned back, and three spears grazed his face.

He spun halfway around on horseback, and the Dragon Slayer Saber spun like a windmill, spreading its blade energy and sweeping away all the soldiers who approached.

The Akhal-Teke horse broke through the encirclement and continued forward.

Xiao Yunchuan, standing on the city wall, couldn't help but clench his fists.

"Master, be careful!"

Before closing the door, Qin Hao watched the white figure weaving through the black crowd, slowly raising his spear, its tip pointing at the Dongyi soldiers who were regrouping ahead, his voice firm and powerful:

"Brothers, we can't just sit idly by!"

"We need to attract attention for Elder Su."

You Zhongyi made a decisive move and flicked his spear.

"Special forces, follow me out and draw their attention to this side of the gate!"

"The brothers of Qianlangbao followed General Qin to guard the pass."

The eager special forces members, like tigers released from their cages, pounced on the Dongyi soldiers who were hesitating whether to charge again.

The two forces clashed again at the pass.

Su Mu had already broken through the third encirclement.

His dragon-slaying blade was stained with blood, and bits of flesh splattered on his white hair, but his gaze remained fixed ahead.

The figure riding a black warhorse was getting closer and closer.

Three hundred steps.

Two hundred steps.

One hundred steps.

Oden-no-miya finally saw the white figure that broke through the heavy defenses.

He saw the white warhorse covered in blood, the long sword in the white-haired old man's hand still dripping blood, and the centenarian's eyes fixed intently on him.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his hand gripping the katana trembled.

Shocking and terrifying.

"Stop him! Stop him now! Everyone! Charge forward!"

He issued the order.

The voice was sharp and piercing, completely devoid of its previous composure and authority.

But the soldiers still couldn't stop the old man's steps.

Su Mu swung his Dragon-Slaying Saber once more, sweeping it horizontally, the golden saber energy cleaving away the last few Dongyi soldiers blocking his way.

The Akhal-Teke horse reared up on its front hooves, let out a deafening neigh, and then leaped high into the air, flying over the obstacle.

At this moment, he was less than fifty steps away from Miyakonojo.

Oden-no-miya saw those eyes clearly.

The murderous intent in those eyes seemed to devour him.

Oden-miya's last line of defense collapsed.

He abruptly turned his horse around and roared at the top of his lungs, "Retreat! Retreat! The entire army retreats! Back to the ships! Now!"

He spurred his horse and charged toward the dock without looking back.

When the Dongyi army saw their commander turn and flee, their last remaining fighting spirit vanished completely.

The army surged towards the warships docked at the pier like a flood bursting its banks.

Some threw away their weapons, some pushed their companions over, and some were trampled in the chaotic crowd.

The screams were incessant!

Su Mu watched as Miyako boarded the ship, then immediately turned to look at the right bank of the water. He wanted to know how Ye Qingzhou's fifty brothers were doing.

At that moment, shouts came from the ships at the very front: "Oh no! There's a hole in the hull, water's leaking in!"

"The ship is sinking."